minimalism

Tonight, Death Cab For Cutie and Pretty Girls Make Graves show and to honor that we have two great songs by two great bands.

Death Cab For Cutie - Tiny Vessels

This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touched her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah she is beautiful, but she don't mean a thing to me

I spent two weeks in Silverlake, the California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks,
And she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me
Yeah she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me

I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that I was telling all the playful misspellings and every bite I gave that left a mark
Then tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did I that day

All I see are dark gray clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask, "Is something wrong?" (I'd think)
"You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now. No we can't talk about it now."

So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.
Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me.

Pretty Girls Make Graves - Holy Names

Nighttimes our security
The stars watch us like guardian angels
Skeletons of lives to come
Just frames to fill with living and dying
Signatures in permanent
We write our names like claiming a part in time
Layers of paint and fiberglass cover out words
Were part of the foundation

This is what I give you
Rooftops with secret views
Fire escapes lead us to heaven
Train yards where we hide together

Nighttimes our security
The stars watch us like guardian angels
Take these letters from an old sign
Now you got your inititals

This is what I give you
Rooftops with secret views
Fire escapes lead us to heaven
Train yards where we hide together